Whistler's smile left his face as he watched the girl's body language and her words. He frowned lightly. Open mouth insert foot. He thought before he pulled her close and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I know you aren't one of his clingers." He kissed the top of her head sighing. "You've gained your notoriety by sheer skill and resolve, as for me being the boss's Golden Goose? I wouldn't go that far, more like his personal pension plan. Before I got paired with you I was sent out everyday all day to work, forty plus hours a week. Barely time enough to sleep and eat. Being a Mage isn't all it's cracked up to be, if we make it out of this life you'll probably have better skills and more options for employment than me." He walked out with her and locked the door before gently gripping her hand again.
"If I can hide my skills that might change, but once people know I'm a mage my only jobs will be this job, some hired killer, or part of some governmental police force. With power comes trouble as my mother used to say." Unconsciously he laced their fingers together and held onto Libby tighter. "Despite what you may think, you're prolly more valuable to him than me. You can do anything really, I can only do what I can do. You can hide better and do more jobs for the group. You can steal, you can be a runner, a merchant, an Admin, pretty much any job he needs you for." He hugged her around her waist again smiling softly. "Don't sell yourself so short wife, you've help make both of us the best."
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